Zane’s POV.
The second the voice over the radio says,
"You need to see this,"
something cold settles in my chest. The kind of feeling that tells you whatever comes next isn’t going to be good.
I start moving immediately, so fast thr men beside me struggle to keep pace.
My boots pound against the concrete floor as I make my way through the abandoned factory. The beam from my flashlight cutting through dust and darkness.
Every second feels too slow and every step feels like a waste of time. Because somewhere out there Elaine is waiting...scared, alone and Pregnant.
And every minute that passes is another minute she isn’t safe.
I round a corner and find three members of the search team waiting near an old loading bay.
The moment they see me they straighten.
"What is it?"
One of them points toward the ground. I follow his finger, to find ffresh and recently made tire marks.
My pulse immediately spikes.
"How recent?"
"Couple of hours at most."
Fuck.
I crouch beside them.
The tracks cut through the dust that covers everything else. Which means somebody was here recently.
Very recently.
I stand immediately.
"Follow them."
Nobody argues...we move.
The tracks lead through the building toward a large side entrance. One that’s partially hidden behind old machinery, almost like someone intentionally wanted it overlooked.
The deeper we go the quieter everyone becomes. The tension is practically choking now, even the security team feels it.
Then my phone rings.
Lucas.
I answer immediately.
"What?"
"You found something?"
"Maybe."
I keep walking.
"A vehicle was definitely here."
"Then they’re close."
"I know."
There is a brief silence.
Then Lucas says,
"Be careful."
I almost laugh. Careful.....at a time like this.
When my wife and my unborn child is somewhere out there. When the man I trusted most betrayed me, careful c feels impossible.
Still.
I understand what he’s really saying. Don’t do something stupid and don’t let your emotions make you reckless.
Too late.
I’ve been reckless since the moment I learned Elaine was gone.
"It’s beginning to sound like you care about me Lucas." I say as a way to lighten the mood.
Lucas scoffs. "Please. I just don’t want my pregnant sister to turn up as a widow." With that he cuts the call on his end.
The tracks eventually lead outside, the cool night air hitting me immediately.
I stop and look around. The old factory stretches endlessly behind us.
Ahead?
Trees, dense woods dark enough to swallow people whole.
One of the guards kneels, examining the ground.
"Sir."
I walk over.
"What?"
"Footprints."
My pulse jumps.
"How many?"
He shines his flashlight.
A couple of sets, one larger, some smaller and recent...Very recent.
I stare at them.
Thinking.
Then something catches my eye.
A smaller print, lighter too.
My heart starts hammering.
Elaine.
Please let that be Elaine. Please.
The guard looks up.
"Looks like three people moving through here."
For the first time tonight I feel something resembling hope when another voice crackles through the radio.
Urgently
"Movement."
Everybody immediately stills.
I grab the radio.
"Where?"
"North side of the woods."
My pulse explodes.
"Can you confirm?"
"No sir but we definitely heard something."
I’m already moving, the search team following instantly.
Branches scrape against my arms as we push through the trees.
The woods are thick, dense and hard to navigate but none of that matters.
Because every instinct I have is screaming now. She’s here, she’s close, i don’t know how I know i just do.
The farther we move into the trees the stronger the feeling becomes.
I hear a sound...faint butr unmistakable.
Thn I hear a scream.
I freeze because I know that voice, even from a distance, even muffled by the trees I would know it anywhere.
My Elaine.

Then suddenly.....i feel Thomas wrapping his hand around my arm and pulling me back, Without even thinking, I spin and drive my knee upward, Very hard right between his legs. The sound that leaves him is absolutely inhuman, a strangled mix between a grunt and a scream.
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